Padres, según Philip Larkin
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum
and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the
faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in
their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were
soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you
can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin
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